“Gillian,” I ordered, in a voice filled with malice, “kneel and suck these men until they come inside your worthless head.”
I watched as the girl followed my order. One at a time she throated them, taking each cock all the way down. She didn’t hesitate at all. I could see that she had learned well over the past week.
Angling into her mother’s throat, I delivered my penetrating thrusts with maximum punishment behind them, throatbashing her. Squeezing her neck, I pressed in deep until she gagged and hacked. I pulled back to allow her a moment’s respite, then thrust in hard and rapidly stroked her throat with long thrusts.
I pulled out and yanked her to her feet. Bending her over a nearby chair, I entered her from behind and rammed in deep. I fucked her while we watched her daughter pleasure the four men surrounding her. Locking my hands into Viv’s raven hair, I gloried in the feeling of complete dominance over her. A quick twist and the last thing she would ever see would be the abuse heaped upon her only daughter. The last thought she would ever have would be the knowledge of her daughter’s imminent demise.
It was so very tempting.
“Holy god,” Weiss breathed, as he came upon Gillian’s youthful, adoring face. “If only I could spin for your fate, little one. I would be a happy man.”
Cooper turned to his own companion. “Fuck, baby. I need some release. It’s time to see what will become of you.”
Swiftly, he relinquished his place to Kensington and guided the dark-haired Femme, whose name I remembered him telling me was Lacey, to ‘The Wheel.’
‘The Wheel of Fate’ was colorful and wooden, like one from an archaic game show, inscribed with a score of methods guaranteed to pleasurably end a woman’s life. Pleasurably in the eyes of her master, at least.
“Let’s see what fortune holds for me,” he said and spun.
The Wheel revolved quickly, rapidly passing through all twenty options: once, twice and thrice before wavering on ‘The Blades’ and ending up on ‘The Sink.’
Lacey’s hand went to her throat, as if she could already feel it closing up.
“Alright then,” he said, happily. “A final fuck. Mount me, girl.”
The girl stripped before him, and mounted him as he ordered. Holding her breasts, Cooper bounced her atop him wildly.
I watched the two of them while pounding Viv’s cunt from behind. I thrust in deep and pulled on Viv’s hair as I watched Lacey come upon Cooper’s cock.
Standing, Cooper spun the girl about and bound her hands with his silk tie. He kissed her on the neck several times and played with the golden hair-clasp that held her black locks away from her face. Squeezing her breasts, he walked her towards the large sink, braced her with his body and pushed her head towards the surface.
She was nearly touching the water before she gathered her resistance and pushed back against him.
“Struggle if you like, baby,” he said. “It’s only going to make it better!”
It was only then that she started screaming. Cooper pressed her head down, hard, and forced her under, gurgling. She thrashed, sending water everywhere, but he had leverage and more than fifty pounds on her. He held her as easily as he would a child: and kept her submerged her for nearly half a minute. I could tell that, at the rate she was struggling, her air supply was measured in mere seconds.
As her fighting slowed, Cooper pulled her up.
Lacey gasped and choked as he kissed her face.
“Oh, baby,” he whispered, drawling his lips down her neck. “… So fucking sexy…”
And he plunged her back down. Her legs and back tightened gloriously as she fought him, but the seconds ticked away and she was slowing again.
Wrenching Lacey’s head from the water, Cooper rubbed his hand across her wet, engorged breasts. “You’re aroused, baby,” he said softly to her. “Is it the cold water or the knowledge of how this ends?”
Hard again, Cooper plunged his long cock into Lacey from behind. He quickly submerged her for a third time. Fucking his cock into her straining body, he brutally raped her as she slowly drowned. He pulled her up and she cried out at his violation. He gave her only enough time for a couple of quick breaths, then thrust her back down. Again and again he repeated the process, perhaps a dozen times in all, each time holding her down longer. Finally, her slender, kicking legs went still. Holding her submerged, Cooper softly kissed down her shoulders, back, ass and legs. His face went to her parted slit and he proclaimed: “Fuck! She came!” He gave her a few licks. When he was finished, his hand came up clutching a fistful of hair and a golden hair-clasp. He left her half-submerged.
“Do you see that, my lady,” I whispered into Vivian’s ear. “Perhaps when you spin, I’ll get to do you in exactly… the same… way…”
Cooper smiled at me and tossed me the clasp.
“A souvenir, man,” he said.
Smiling, I pulled Viv’s dark locks back over her shoulders and fastened clasp and hair into a ponytail. Then I softly kissed her neck.
Vivian shuttered and I rubbed her hair, admiringly, for a time.
When I roused from my thoughts, I realized that Gillian had completed her task of draining all the men dry and was kneeling on the floor with a stained face.
I stepped up to her. “Sweet thing,” I asked softly, “are you prepared to meet your fate?”
The girl looked at me and solemnly nodded.
“Don’t you dare, Evan Anderson!” Vivian thundered, and she stepped between me and her daughter. “DON’T YOU EVEN THINK, –”
My open-handed slap sent her staggering, falling to her knees. I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back and thrust a gag inside. I quickly tied it about her head and then bound her hands behind her.
“Easy, sweetie,” I whispered, a promise into her ear. “You’ll join your lovely daughter, soon!”
I stepped up to the Wheel.
“Wait, Anderson!” Weiss demanded. “Let me make the spin for the girl.”
I stared at the dark-haired German for a long moment, in disbelief and then, in sudden, rising anger, I said: “Fuck you, Weiss!”
“I’ll make it worth your while, Anderson.”
“Make your offer quickly,” I said.
“A girl from among my Alphas, in exchange for her,” he said, confidently. “Anyone you choose, Anderson. You can’t get a fairer offer then that, can you?”
“Two,” I said, certain he would never agree.
The silence was palpable.
“Very well, Anderson,” he said. “But if it’s going to be two of them, then I’ll be the one to make the choices.”
“As long as they’re Alphas,” I said, “I’ll take whichever ones you don’t want, Weiss. But I still want satisfaction tonight, in Gillian’s place. I’ll take the redhead for that.”
Weiss frowned at me. I didn’t think there was any way he would go for such an outrageously one-sided deal, even if Abigail was only a Class-B Femme. But on the other hand, I could see the desire building on his face; I had seen it many times, ever since he lost the poker game that night.
Finally, he broke.
“Agreed, you bloodsucker,” he said.
I kissed Gillian softly on the side of the mouth. “Go to him, girl,” I whispered.
His arm grabbed her roughly; he kissed her deeply. “No spin for you, my lovely. I know exactly how I want you.”
Chapter Sixteen – Final Fortunes
In no time at all, Gillian was strung up on the gallows beside Weiss’ other blonde, Joy. Weiss watched them with intense satisfaction, staring up as their twisting forms writhed before the assembled group.
He sat, to watch and jack off.
“Don’t look, Viv,” I said and turned the brunette’s head toward my cock.
Abigail stepped up beside me and kissed at my neck. She watched with me as the slender mother took my cock inside her shivering mouth and tight throat — her daughter twisting in the grip of the noose not more than twenty feet distant.
I brushed Vivian’s hair back and looked into her eyes. My eyes flicked from mother to daughter. “She’s struggling now, baby,” I whispered, cruelly, to her. “Struggle with her,” I said and pulled her down on my cock.
I suffocated her with my cock as I watched Gillian’s neck stretch in the noose.
Several long minutes passed. Gillian and Joy survived on little gasps of air, but gradually, both started to weaken, faces turning red.
Viv gurgled on my cock and I let her off.
“Stop this, please!” she gasped, begging. “Evan, please!” I watched the spittle drip from her lips and I pressed her back down upon me.
Past her, I could see Weiss let young blonde regain her feet. He grasped her by the arms to keep her from falling. He pulled her atop him and bounced her on his cock while they watched the remaining blonde dance on air.
“Wish granted, my dear,” I hissed. I pulled Viv’s head off of me with such force that her spit flew everywhere.
“Your daughter lives,” I told her, “for a few more moments.”
“Stop this, Evan! Please!” Viv sobbed to me. “I know that you have the power! I’ve always known that you can do anything you wish!”
I smacked her; kicked her onto her back. My foot found her neck and I stepped on her throat, just enough to choke.
My former flame writhed beneath me, gasping and retching.
“Red,” I ordered, “ride me, now.”
Abigail mounted and rode me like that, as I choked Vivian beneath my heel.
Abigail’s eyes were upon me, her soft breasts pressed against me, her tight cunt squeezing so beautifully, while her blonde-haired, blue-faced companion shuttered and finally went still on the gallows. I looked into Abigail’s eyes and read death-knowledge there. But there was also something else: the sick desire for passion over her own death.
“Look there, baby,” I said.
Abigail turned her eyes to Joy’s corpse swinging back and forth — and came in ecstasy upon me. She scratched my chest and I pulled at her hair with one hand, squeezed her neck with the other.
“Choke yourself out with my hand, bitch!” I squeezed hard as Abigail complied, pressing her neck into my hand. She gasped and gagged in front of me. Nearly a minute passed before her reflexes took over and she tried to pull away. But I had her with both hands, now, and I choked her out while she sat upon my cock.
Abigail went limp and I threw her to the ground, face down, beside Vivian.
Weiss came, screaming, as Gillian rode him.
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